It's the perfect boat for my kind of sailing. The reason you don't see many of them is that there aren't many around in North America, and even fewer ...n the Pacific side. This one was brought over with a smaller sister boat to a marina in Sydney, on Vancouver Island."The current owner, George McConnell, is the second owner. The first one only kept it for a year or so, and sold it at a big discount when he couldn't find a buyer locally. He wanted a faster motor launch, so George got a real. You could also be considered "conforming" if you wore a Chief's shirt that just covered your crotch and your shorts didn't show.Anna was easy to spot when she got to Guinevere's. Donnie was standing at the curb. She pulled up to say she had to find a parking spot. Donnie told her to get out. He took a ticket from the valet and let him take care of it. Anna was guarded as he walked her in. "How am I supposed to act?" she wondered. She didn't know how civil to be or how he was going to take. “And now, because I didn’t betray you, you’re going to kill me?” “I have to. I’ll be saddened, of course. I truly thought of you as a friend. But business must always come first.” Hearing him admit that he was willing to kill me, I battled with myself. My heart rejoiced, finally a way out no more bloody hands or bloody thoughts. But my mind recoiled at the very thought of standing there, dying, without trying to at least save myself. ‘Survival,’ my mind whispered, ‘we must survive or take him. He had the tannest body I had ever seen. I had the lucky honor of being his locker neighbor in the changing room, and he had no tan lines, which means that he tanned in the nude. I always had to turn around when he was changing, because I would always get a raging hard-on with his extremely hot ass facing me. Good thing I was in the corner. Anyway, Tanner gets the ball, and he runs faster than I have ever seen him go before. Too bad he wasn't fast enough. The Lynden Safety tackled him. .